But no painter ever laid such colours on his canvas as those which are seen here when the cool evening shadows have settled upon the valley, all gray and green, while the mountains shine above in rosy Alpenglow, as if transfigured with inward fire. There is another lake, about three miles north of Landro, called the Toblacher See, and there I repaired the defeat of Misurina.

This valley continues to mount to yet more sterile regions, until, reaching the great watershed of the Toblacher Plain, which sends part of its streams to the Adriatic, the others to the more distant Black Sea, it gradually dips down again to the fruitful wine-regions of Lienz. We have now, however, to do with Bruneck, where our venerable 1990 had safely deposited us at the modern inn, the Post.